Lost

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I'm on the highway

Driving my own car

Crying as the clouds turn grey

Felt too much pain that leaves invisible scar.


"Room 17 on the 4th floor"

That was the doctor said

As soon as I open the door

You jokingly said, "I'm not dead".


We were happy but not until I felt

Like you're not the same anymore

Talking like a friend instead of being sweet

We are not like this before.


You saw my bracelet that you gave me

And says, "This is familiar"

I just ignored it and changed the topic

Then said goodbye and went back to my car.


I don't know what to say but I got it

You just lost some memories

But there's so many things that you can't forget

But why it gonna be me?

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